Second, the important stuff. My poor little revised manuscript seems to be suffering from stunted growth. I'm not sure what to do. I chip away at it and work for at least 45 minutes at a time, and I'll net about 375 new words. Ugh. It's so sad. I go in to beef up a section, and find something I hate. So, I'll add two pages of brilliant material, but in the end, I'm only adding a page or so overall. It sucks.
Maybe my manuscript is malnurished. I don't remember doing anything you're not supposed to do. I didn't let it drink coffee in the early weeks. Should I have played Mozart instead of The Indigo Girls and The National? Where did we go wrong? And why do I have that song from Little Shop of Horrors stuck in my head?
Feed me, Seymour! Feed me aaaaaal niiiight loooong!